It all--the
whole bizarre scene--vanished from their ken, as though it had been one
of those alluring, thwarting dreams which afflict men in sleep. It was an
experience to which they were shy of alluding among their confidential
friends, even of talking about between themselves. In a
word--uncomfortable!
Meanwhile the Sergeant's association with Tower Cottage had also drawn to
its close. After his search and his discovery in the Tower, Beaumaroy
came out into the passage where the prisoner lay, and proceeded to
unfasten his bonds.
"Stand up and listen to me, Sergeant," he said. "Your pals have run away;
they can't help you, and they wouldn't if they could, because, owing to
you, they haven't got away with any plunder, and so they'll be in a very
bad temper with you. In the road, in front of the house, is Captain
Naylor--you know that officer and his dimensions? He's in a very temper
with you too. (Here Beaumaroy was embroidering the situation; the
Sergeant was not really in Captain Alec's thoughts.) Finally, I'm in a
very bad temper with you myself. If I see your ugly phiz much longer, I
may break out.
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